MTL - The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game-Chapter 52 Backlash (add more to follow up!)

  Chapter 52 Backlash (additional reading!)

   "How could it be, how could it be, how could it be possible!"

  On the ring, Wilmot suddenly jumped violently.

   Various expressions appeared on his face in turn.

  Suddenly he smiled brightly like the sun; suddenly he smiled gloomyly like a night in a storm;

"why why!"

He raised his head and roared hoarsely, but there was a smile on his face that normal people couldn't understand. Suddenly, he closed his eyes again, and all his movements stopped in an instant, but anyone could see that the tide of anger A tide of magical power surged uncontrollably in his body.

"What happened?"

  On the high platform, the host watched Wilmot's actions in the ring blankly, and the audience was also confused, not knowing what happened.

  In their field of vision, the game had only started for less than five minutes, and during these five minutes, Lynn had been standing still without making any moves. Only Wilmot had been circling around Lynn.

   Then, Wilmot became like this.

   "This, could it be that Blazer used his unknown means again?"

   "No."

   A slight remark denied the host's guess.

  Everyone turned their attention to the place where the sound came from, and immediately decided to give up their doubts and obey the decision of the owner of the sound.

   "Ren, Mr. Randolph."

   Maurice Randolph stood beside the host, looked down at the strange scene in the ring, and said in a deep voice.

   "According to my judgment, it wasn't Blazer's actions that Wilmot became like this."

  He looked around and asked: "Students, do you know what the illusionist is most afraid of?"

   "—is a self-constructed illusion, which is fundamentally denied."

"The hallucinations of illusionists are all based on their own imagination. If you want to make the opponent fall into the illusion created by yourself, your means must be able to perfectly deceive the opponent's eyes, so that the opponent can escape from the illusion. The subconscious mind thinks that what he sees really exists.”

   "But if the foundation is broken, the illusion high-rise cast by the illusionist will collapse in an instant, and it is very likely that the protagonist who built this building will be crushed."

  Morris looked into the arena again: "I don't know much about Wilmot, but the main methods of illusionists are nothing more than a few."

   "Or, it is to build an illusion that seems to be like the real world, with overlapping layers, so that the opponent can't tell whether the reality he is in is really 'real'."

   "But obviously, with Wilmot's strength, it is impossible to achieve such an achievement."

   "Then, there is only one other option—communicating the person or thing hidden in the other party's heart, so as to deceive and crush the opponent."

   "This is the most common method used by illusionists, because as long as he is a person, there must be some ulterior secrets hidden in his heart."

"This way of constructing illusions is easy for illusionists to learn, but you have to know one thing." Morris said softly, "The simpler things, once encountering difficulties, its problem-solving methods, Often more complex."

"It's true that illusionists can easily bring out the hidden things in other people's hearts, but before communicating, no one knows what's hidden in the other's heart. And can they themselves withstand the pressure in the deep shadows? "

Morris spread his hands and said: "Obviously, Wilmot's psychological endurance is not particularly good. After he elicited what was in the other party's heart, he not only failed to use it and successfully constructed an illusion, but was bitten back by the other party. , leading to the complete collapse of the spiritual defense line."

   "Eventually, backfired by his own magic."

   "Reverse, counterattack."

  The host listened blankly to Mr. Morris' explanation, and asked anxiously, "Then, Mr. Randolph, what will happen if you are backlashed?"

  Morris pointed to Wilmot who was in a state of confusion in the ring and said: "Out of control."

   "Next, Wilmot's shut down brain will no longer be able to control his body, and all behaviors will be carried out entirely by his biological instincts."

   "The most instinctive behavior of a creature is nothing more than removing possible threats around it to ensure its own survival."

   "Didn't that mean?" The host seemed to have thought of something, and even his voice became sharper, "Student Blazer, there is danger!"

  Morris glanced at the flustered and overwhelmed host, and thought how he managed to host the final without even a little composure.

  However, he remained calm and said, "Don't worry, referee, you're still on the court."

   "And." He pointed to the young man in the middle of the field, who was walking towards Wilmot with a sword-shaped staff, and said, "This little guy doesn't think he is the one being threatened."

   "Pa-ta-"

  The boots stepped on the floor of the ring, making a crisp clicking sound.

  Lin En held a long sword and walked towards the opponent who was in a state of silence with a calm expression.

  Every step seems to herald the opening of the gate of hell.

   "You."

  Wilmot panted heavily, barely squeezed out the remaining rationality, and looked up at the young man who was walking towards him slowly.

   "How do you know"

Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a chuckle: "Do you think I will be like the villains in those third-rate novels, first explain the cause of the matter honestly, and then wait for the result I should have obtained to be reversed? ?”

   "Ahhhh—"

  Wilmot's remaining rationality was finally swallowed up by the backlashing desire.

  With his red eyes and the magic power boiling all over his body, he rushed towards Lin En.

   "The gangsters fight without any rules."

  Lin En stretched out his hand to pinch Wilmot's thin arm, and moved back a little bit, driven by his kicking footsteps.

   "Kacha—"

Wilmot's arm was instantly dislocated under the forceful pull and impact, and his whole body was also driven by inertia to fly far away, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain, like a bull seeing red cloth, With his head down, dragging his nearly broken body, he rushed towards Lin En again.

   "This kind of battle is somewhat boring."

  Lin En clenched his sword and walked forward slowly.

  There are many points in the Blazer family's swordsmanship, but in the final analysis, there is only one ultimate essence.

   "I, have to stand."

   "You can stand, sit, lie down, whatever you want, except for one thing."

   "—cannot live."

  Prick—

  The tip of the sword passed through the cloth on Wilmot's chest, exposing the black mark on his chest to Lynn's sight.

  However, no matter how hard you try to make progress, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

  The referee let go of his sword and said to him: "The game is over, you can prepare for the award ceremony later."

  Lin En didn't speak, but stared at Wilmot's chest that was brought down by the referee.

  The mark, the rose is still there, but in the middle.

   Empty and empty.

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